Interesting language 6

At high noon in a village deep in the marshes, in what seems to Fetter to be the uttermost depths of this wild valley, in a village of three faded-grey tents that doesn’t deserve the name–it has no sentry box and the bicycle ruts approaching it have almost faded away–set in a small area of cleared damp earth surrounded by writhing mangrove swamps on all sides, a familiar face finds him and asks for an exorcism.

The Saint of Bright Doors by Vajra Chandrasekera